i grow weary of possible love,
is it, or isn't it?
my head spins, and not a single answer.

where will we be miles from now?
are you still holding my hand with
glazed over eyes that hide all the pain inside?

will we argue and bicker?
and simply wish we had called it quits,
miles before when you stopped for directions?

i grow weary of possible love,
is it or isn't it?